My OperaNigeria. Seven.
Thursday, April 17, 2008 6:55:39 PM
The start was in September 2007, 12th. A sudden e-mail came. I answered... Ping-pong... Then I realized myself ready and delighted to risk, being on board taking off to Abuja. Direct flight was impossible, and I feel now, this disadvantage could stop me at that time.
Resulting - the man was found, although his telephone number was indirect. We met, and after a while the deal was over. Simple and even a bit naive. We even promised to meet again. I do (and did) not think so (thus, that would be unbelievable coincidence). A strange name rarely allows to meet it once again. His name was strange to me: Seven. Even somehow funny. Still, I am glad I met him. Loud and bulky, crafty and wary the same time.
I can not stop feeling he joked saying he wore that velvet shorts in principle. Why, and what for? That's not common and even queer there.
Resulting - the man was found, although his telephone number was indirect. We met, and after a while the deal was over. Simple and even a bit naive. We even promised to meet again. I do (and did) not think so (thus, that would be unbelievable coincidence). A strange name rarely allows to meet it once again. His name was strange to me: Seven. Even somehow funny. Still, I am glad I met him. Loud and bulky, crafty and wary the same time.
I can not stop feeling he joked saying he wore that velvet shorts in principle. Why, and what for? That's not common and even queer there.
